My name is Carole and I'm 32yrs. I'm married and we have two k**s we live in a very nice part of town and our life's are pretty dam good compared to m...st. I work at Stevensonsville bank and I'm in the new accounts office. It was an year ago that my boss Pam knocked on my door and asked to talk the look on her face told me it was something important. Pam had gotten mixed up with this guy and he and her had an affair she said that the sex made her do and say things that she knew she shouldn't and. Let's try that too," he ordered. "I do want it, but I want to hear you say that you want it too so ask me if you can lick my feet." My will power seeming to have vanished, I meekly asked, “Joe, I want to lick your feet. Would you please let me do it?" "Okay, I’ll let you do it,” he laughed, “Since you asked me so nice." I had to admit, after I asked him for permission, I really did want to lick the soles of his feet. When I started licking I could sense the faint smell of his feet and also. ”She spread her legs and began hammering on her clit. I matched her pace. “I usually need to fake my orgasms but you made me so fucking horny, you little slut. I came twice but I need more. I want to fuck you.”“Come to bed, Kiera, I want to make love to you.”“You know I don’t do that. I fuck. Let me eat your cunt first.”She jumped onto the bed and dove between my legs. “You’re all soaked. Give me my womanizer so we can get off together.”Resting on her stomach she put her face between my legs. Sure, my truck and the skidder came in damned handy, but I don't want to spend my time here driving a truck around and for that matter I don't want a big cattle ranch so I don't have to go hunting for meat." But we can feed so many more people if we do it," Rose said."To what end? All we're doing is building a small town. Sure, it helps out the ones we take in, but I don't like living in town anyway. We can keep a few animals protected for emergency rations or something, but I don't like.